"Mebbe dead."
"Oh, I hope not," he answered, cheerfully. "Do you turn off here?"
She answered in the affirmative and asked him to lead the way.
"No; I am unacquainted, and you ought certainly to know where to find your dying husband better than I do."
She took the duty of guide upon herself again, and advanced but a rod, when she abruptly paused. "Hark! hear groan? Me hear him."
Harvey listened intently but heard nothing. Knowing that the hearing of the Indians is marvelously acute, he believed the squaw had heard sounds of distress; but, instead of quickening her steps, she now moved more slowly than ever.
"Have you lost your way, At-to-uck?"
"No," she answered, in a significant voice.
The suspicions of the missionary that had been slumbering were now fully roused.
"What do you mean then?"